New Test Of Men
Ransom
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You're either a genius or you are a hater of the industry
A hater of the way things ought to be done
Tell me the strategy behind your doing what you do these days
I'm just trying to inquire what this really 'bout
What's with the silly clout? City girl taking Diddy's route
What got Kiki whining and dancing with her kitty out?
What made Janelle go from a Lauryn Hill to her titties out?
It's up 'til it's stuck, that's what the liddies shout
But here's what I really doubt, the
Made up storylines and your pity pouts
You catch a case before the album drops
That's what made the album hot, but God forbid that album flops
Now you banging on your records, why you think they found him shot?
We call that shit a blood stream and it's
Stream around the clock, I found the plot
Why shed our blood for they empire?
It's universal hate for them liars, Len Bias
Tried to warn a brother but he died
In court, caught for them ten priors
Hard to look past this when you been biased
Cross the Atlantics in a slave ship
Never was a priority for us to stay rich, shit
We don't believe in free goods
We don't believe in, um, you know
Ninety percent of the contract the way it's written now
The standard contract, we don't believe in 360 deals
Anybody that signs one of those are absolutely crazy
It's almost like we was meant to be violent
Don't get lost in these quotes 'cause they was sent to be guidance
My novels are graphic, look what it meant to these tyrants
Don't follow the masses 'cause then the M can be silent
Don't squander the assets, you know
The journey, don't ponder the address
Gotta be worried my genre is classless
Honor the task list, not fond of them Uncle Toms who will ass kiss
I shoulder the pain so when Ran upper arm is disastrous
Huh, why be wrapped up in all this glitter
When your lowest moments is praised and happily brought to Twitter?
Your blasphemy thoughts is bitter
My pop was in bad shape so I went from my
Dad's bod to an immaculate father figure, nigga
My father was, he was so hard on me
He, he, I was never good enough
And there was something about that
It was almost like the army when it came to music